This sound piece is an experiment based on Octavia Butler’s Short story “BloodChild”.
An attempt to imagine the fertile process, the reproduction and cell division of an unknown species. Thus, we had the opportunity to imagine life from its origin, from its unknown origin to its visceral, physical manifestation-through sound.
Looking for the right instruments to create the sounds we somehow associated with this new life formation, was an interesting process. To my surprise, the simplest most basic tools can emanate the most intrinsic and complex sounds. We had to ask ourselves questions like: What kind of heartbeat does this creature have? How many hearts? In a cellular level, how do we imagine this life form? Do we think metallic or slimey? Achute or smooth? How can we demonstrate growth and process but not a clear beginning or end, for it is the process what we would like to record. What are the specific emotions we would like to create, and how will the sound be perceived? What materials should we use?
One of the most powerful moments of recording and editing this piece, was actually closing my eyes and listening to the final cut and literally feel SUSPENSE and a certain fear, being able to visualize or sense the creation of an uncertain life form that changed its aesthetics as sounds changed and thoughts followed.

For almost 4 years I lived in a small but sunny apartment in 315 East 12th street. My room received the most beautiful sunlight I have seen in New York City, particularly because there was an empty lot across the street, the lot is a basketball court, but to my surprise it is not just that. Today as I followed the Poetry Walk, I found myself standing in front of my old building and learning that my precious-sun provider-courtyard is actually the place where Lorenzo Da Ponte, the famous writer of Don Giovanni is buried, and just a couple of buildings down the street, a poet that transformed literature and inspired so many young minds, used to spend his days and troubled nights.
To explore the full capacity of the human senses, corroborates once and again the infinite possibilities of creation.

I wonder what role does evolution play in the development or decline of human senses? What role does technology play?
It was very interesting to experience such a high level of concentration, focus and complete awe while an audio piece led me through my old neighbored. Streets I could relate to, places I already associate with memories and a sense of reality but that now have so many different layers of time, space and history. So much can be done with this tool!
I would like to explore the relation between sound or vibrations and the human body. How our 70% liquid structure reacts to different vibrations or frequencies. Certainly our bodies are already a very complex audio piece.

On Plagiarism

I am curious to know if you might have a similar reaction:
As I repeat the phrase “All mankind is of one author, one volume.” I get a peculiar sensation, one of aesthetic unity, symmetry or a sense of something being complete.

It is the exact same reaction that I feel when I stand in front of a work of art that moves me, that fills me or empties me but that somehow gives clarity to my own reality. I find it interesting that I could unconsciously make that connection, and then consciously generate a comparison that yields to a learning process.
However, my second thought-process relates to an expression Picasso used to say: “Some can paint the sun as a yellow spot, but there are others who can make a yellow spot, the sun.” At first I thought this distinction, which seems subjective even if Picasso renders it universal, could inform the doubts behind plagiarism or the organic influence in creation. It certainly goes along with the idea that “…a gift is carried by the work from the artist to his audience”…” “Where there is no gift there is no art.” Yet, there is something missing. And that is the value inherent in the reciprocity of the gift or the infinite loop of creation. “Most artists are brought to their vocation when their own nascent gifts are awakened by the work of a master. That is to say, most artists are converted to art by art itself.”
That awakening process is universal, empathic and organic. Anyone who in the presence of a work of art, is able to identify their own reality with the artist’s reality and engage in a conscious or unconscious dialogue, that individual is creating, and therefore the whole of society is learning, evolving.

If we learn by comparison, if science learns by observation and comparison, how then does technology learn? How can it ever be universal and organic? How does technology fit in the reciprocal gift?

I deeply enjoy this visual/audio experience:
“The silence in a movie theater is a transitory commons, impossibly fragile, treasured by those who crave it, and constructed as a mutual gift by those who compose it.”